You are the touch of dry water
like the desert air.
You are the echo of a bats screech
in the night sky.
You are a star slowly sucked
into a black hole.
You are the smell of a freshly cut grass
on a summer day.
You are a chaotic calamity, clapping its hands
and grinning with glee.
You are a lone star,
wandering the depths of the deep black void.
You are the echo of a silent scream,
the epitome of darkness.
You are the glow of the
crestfallen golden embers.
You are the impossibility of flight like,
a dragon from outer space.
You are the scent of a rose bush,
gleaming in the summer heat.
You are a curious calamitous crab
scuttling along the seashore.
You are the echo of a lions soul, in the wide yellow savannah,
like a dry cough flowing through the wind.